Grey Muse
The nowness of everything
Wednesday, 17 June 2020
The touch of the glassy sea ...
The gentle wind stirred the sea fret -
Our fingers were chilled -
We towelled ourselves dry on the green shore -
Lay under the vague sky -
Our bodies still felt the touch of the glassy sea -
Noiseless waves broke upon the sand -
Tuesday 16 June 2020
South Beach
Studland
Dorset
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